| John: Reunite with your weak pathetic digits. |
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| Rose: Pick up package again. |
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| John: Locate Tumor. |
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| ==> |
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| WV: Press the steak button. |
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| you call it the slammer when you are talking to the alchemiter. |
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| ==> |
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| VILLAINOUS LAUGHTER: HAPPEN. |
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| Dave: Bleat like a proboscis. |
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| Terezi: Slap him around a bit. |
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| UH OH. HERE HE COMES. |
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| Rose: Hit John in the temporally oblique... |
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| ==> |
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| Jane: Don clever disguise. |
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| Jane: Continue vigilant window gazing. |
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| ==> |
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| AND SO I GET A GOD DAMN? |
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| WV: Settle this dispute in a 1980's time-lapse montage. |
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| John: Go in the lid of the bag. He was very dedicated to his craft |
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| Dave: Take a juggling club. |
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